“Your usual kind of normal”
Has altered
Within me
A voice declared deeply.
Wonder… Wonder…
Which part of my diseases could it be?
Exactly??
An answer then came forth slowly
From this body.
See?!
As time passes
My condition progresses.
On Sunday
Literally,
7 minutes of walking a short distance made my 💙 flutter away
Forced to a halt I sat down
On the ground
Numbness, iciness
And quivering took over
Due to failure
Of adequate blood reaching the organs
On the verge of collapsing unconscious
Motionless.
(Image – Welcome may.
Miraculous ~ Amazements ~ Yonder)
O month of MAY
Symptoms; please be at bay
Sometimes for a short period, only,
I pray.
Rooted faith
It will not be this way
Always.
End of the day,
With a salient element
Of patience
And my lords assistance
I will remain resilient.
Speaking honestly
Occasionally,
I feel torn apart
A pain in my heart..
Wondering how does it feel? to have a hearty conversation?
With no limitation
Or emergency situations
Foreboding & impending.
The dilemma of sitting in people’s company
Observe them talking freely
Walking with no boundary
Performing mundane activities ordinarily
Do they ever comprehend???
These are infinite bounties!!!
Albeit, join anyway
Family & friend times make me happy.
I mantain a principal
Of living in harmony
Not considering my illnesses enemies
Rather,
An accepted companion who’s tactics are utilised for the better.
Please do not draw a comparison
Or champion positiveness,
I can never deny my lords favors
Which are tremendous
But certain instants are arduous
To hold every piece together
Merely being human in nature.
A poetry of pleas
Seemingly
Composed easily,
And simple
In fact
Resonated
From witheld stifles
And shed snivels.
This is a cycle
Which momentarily makes us crumble
From holding strong
Too long.
Melt downs
Consisting of no sound
Silent howls
Unbound.
Gone & done
To these combats
Do not succumb.
Pull myself back up
Not dwelling in the rut.
Soldier am I?
Why?
Fighting to beat
A menacing threat of defeat.
Despite converses of whispers
Being a tiresome labour,
No matter the barriers
Never surrender
To loss
Until the scribes record
You are victorious
(Aameen.)
Swimming Through The Waves 